Somvil S. Stiz

[The endless mountains of trash sharply turns into a wasteland of tainted soil, sand, and the occasional struggling tuff of grass. Peering there only exists the foundation of houses, the rest seemingly meticulously torn down piece by piece. Scarecrows are abundant on the remains, sparsely showing up outside these long-gone living spaces.]
Damn, what happened here? This used to be a town from Pluto's notes.